The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 190 Do you know the piano score?

"Did you know that there is such a thing as piano score in this world?" Fu Xiuyao said with difficulty.

"I know." Feng Zhiting nodded, "But I only saw the description in the book."

Fu Xiuyao: ...It's a miracle that you can still use a mobile phone.

"Have you played the piano before?" She sighed, why can he play such a magic sound so smoothly.

Feng Zhiting replied solemnly: "Yes."

He really can play, isn't playing the piano just pressing your fingers on the keys?

In his ears, these voices were similar, and there was no difference.

Fu Xiuyao: ...

It was she who lost.

"Doesn't it sound good?" Feng Zhiting asked with a slight frown, "You seem to feel very uncomfortable after listening to it."

Fu Xiuyao is a person who cares about other people's feelings, so he naturally wants to tell a white lie, "I can play it well, and I can play the complete piece for the first time, which is very good."

Feng Zhiting did not believe her lies, but it was not unpleasant to his ears, the sound from each key was similar.

"I can study if you care."

Seeing that he cared so much about her thoughts, Fu Xiuyao chuckled, "It's okay, you can just do what you like."

He is indeed a person who has no feeling for music, he is a person who likes to be quiet.

Feng Zhiting didn't say anything more, he knew that she would always take others into consideration.

"Let's drink tea." He was still thinking about the freshly brewed tea in the living room.

"Wait a minute, I'll go and have a look at this piano." Fu Xiuyao walked into the piano room and looked at this piano, which was as white as swan feathers. It was elegant and clean, and the slightly raised white lines added to the beauty.

She just heard the sound of the piano and thought it was good. She looked at the row of piano keys, and the music played by Feng Zhiting just now played again in her mind.

She kept playing it back in her mind, and her fingers couldn't help pressing down on the keys.

In an instant, this music overlapped with the one she composed at noon, and the two were mixed together to form a brand new piece of music.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly said to Feng Zhiting who came in, "Feng Zhiting, do you have a pen and paper?"

Feng Zhiting nodded, "Yes."

He came to the bedroom next door, took out a notebook and a black pen from it and handed it to her. Fu Xiuyao hurriedly came to a table and bent down to write down the inspiration in his mind.

The white paper was instantly covered with Chinese characters, numbers and music symbols. She examined the paper carefully, while he looked down at the side with a soft expression on his face.

Not long after, his brows frowned slightly again.

After finishing writing, Fu Xiuyao nodded slightly satisfied, planning to play it again later to hear how it goes.

Feng Zhiting looked at the scribbled ink on it, and said in a deep voice: "In the beginning, your handwriting still didn't change."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

"It's time for you to practice calligraphy." He continued to add.

Fu Xiuyao forced an excuse: "Oh, I wrote it a little faster."

She recalled the wonderful look in his eyes when he saw her writing for the first time, which is still unforgettable to her.

It seems to say: People like you should not write such words.

Afterwards, for some reason, he suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder and asked her to practice calligraphy every day. She would write a copybook for an hour every morning, and her handwriting improved a lot after a month.

Later, she stopped practicing handwriting, and her handwriting returned to its original state.

In his opinion, she is a person who can surprise people anytime and anywhere. She learns everything quickly, but she has not beautiful or neat handwriting.

It is indeed strange.

For some reason, this word is very strange and unique.

(End of this chapter)